Muye Hongchen also nodded in deep agreement. Judging from the present situation, the battle situation on the front lines was probably not looking too good, or else they would not have gone this long exchanging blows with the other side without a single reinforcement arriving. When Muye Hongchen looked toward Lu Xiaotian's side, Lu Xiaotian wore the exact same expression.
"It is probably no longer safe here. I must ask Mr. Ying and all the alchemy sages to follow me and move to the White Dragon Pool of the Dragon Palace." Muye Hongchen made a welcoming gesture.
Just as Lu Xiaotian was about to nod in agreement, a violent tremor sounded through the void. Lu Xiaotian's expression changed slightly as he concentrated and looked far into the distance. In the endlessly distant void, the towering, mountain-like phantom of a headless white corpse sat in the air. A bare, bald head had actually grown out from its two shoulders, and the opponent struck down with a single palm that descended like thousands of palm images falling simultaneously. Where the opponent's palm images arrived, eighteen wind tunnels collapsed one after another. Every time one collapsed, a pained dragon roar sounded. The law forces of these wind tunnels were intertwined and linked together into an integrated whole, yet they were shattered with a single palm strike by that sharp corpse palm.
Rumble. Until the very last wind tunnel collapsed, revealing a cyan and red intertwined dragon body within.
"This is... Senior Zhao!" At this moment, Muye Hongchen also saw this scene before him. While crying out in shock, she was also filled with grief and fury as she watched. Within her line of sight, a golden-immortal-grade dragon of her clan had its body shattered by the giant corpse that had grown a head.